Poem a Thon 2017

Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller 2017 for Poem a Thon – update daily

Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller 2017

For Tiferet Journal Poem a Thon and for about.poetry.com

In honor of National Poetry Month, I’ve been specially selected by Tiferet Journal to participate in a 30-day poetry writing challenge beginning April 1st.

 

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Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller 2017

JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries – Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent, Spain, and Thailand. and traveled to 45 countries during his career.  Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed two novels, (Giant Nazi Spiders, and the Great Divorce) and is pursuing publication.  He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café, and Duane’s Poetree. (under the name Jake Lee).  He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career – full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer, and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completion of his Peace Corps service in South Korea.

April 1 Berkeley California

Growing up in the 60’s
In Berkeley almost 50 years ago

I think back
At those turbulent times
Those crazy wonderful times

Berkeley is a wonderful place
In many ways

Stuck forever in 1967
A true time travel experience

Every time I go back
And relive the memories
Of the 60’s

The 60’s never died
They continue

In college towns
Across the world

And Berkeley
Remains the mecca
Of the counter cultural revolution

Many things have changed
But the organic food revolution
Became mainstream

Marijuana spread out
The sexual revolution
Became mainstream

So much of the world
Is but a reflection
Of the revolution of the 60’s

And the conservative counter-revolution
That we are still fighting

So I salute
My homeland

Berkeley
The center of my universe

 

 

April 2 Lithia Springs

Staying at Lithia Springs
Soaking in the healing waters
Soaking my pains away

Renewing my life
Renewing my love
As we both soak away
As the pain of life go away

And our love grows
With each soaking session

Life is good
At the hot springs water
Sooths us and smooth us

And we fall in love
Again and again

 

 

April 2 Walls

Trump wants a wall
Between America and Mexico

A wall against the southern hordes
A wall based on fear and hate

A wall to make America safe
A wall to make America great again

And yet I wonder
Will his wall fall

Like the Berlin wall
And the great wall

And all the other walls
They all failed
All of them

Walls divide us
Walls make us
Into different tribes

Between the pure
And the impure

St Reagan
Said Tear Down this Wall

Will future Presidents
Tear down this begotten wall

Or will it become a tourist attraction
Another great wall
Against barbarian hordes

April 4 Changes

I reflect upon my life
As the sun comes up

What could I have changed
What would I have changed

If I could go back in time
What would I tell my earlier self

What would I do differently
And what have I learned

The one thing
that I would not have changed
is meeting the women of my dreams

the chance meeting on a bus
that changed everything
in a moment

I met my fate
That day on the bus

And that is the end of the story

 

 

April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together

Woke up at 0 dark hundred
Vowing to boldly go forth

And face the challenges of the future
Without fear

Knowing that I have you there
Makes all the difference in the world
As we meet our fate
Together
Until the day we die


 

April 6 Wagontire, Oregon (Poem for Poem A Thon)

 

1973

 

In 1973, I went on a road trip

With my father

 

We left Berkeley to go to Yakima

Where my father had a summer cabin

 

He was a college professor

And had July and August off

 

And we spent the summers

Every summer from 1968 to 1978

 

Our whole dysfunctional family

Our annual road trip to hell and back

As we did not get along at all

 

We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon

Just my father and me

Just for the hell of it

 

The rest of the family was already there

 

My father and I shared a travel lust

One of the few things we shared

 

This was one of our best trips

We actually got along

Which was unusual

 

Normally our relationship

Was fraught

As we were so different

 

We left Klamath Falls

A real nothing burg in those days

 

And headed east along highway 395

As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon

We entered a different world

 

High mountain dessert

Almost no one on the road

 

Then we saw the sign

Windower Oregon

100 miles ahead

 

99 miles ahead

98 miles ahead

 

We counted down the signs

Miles after miles

As we drove into the gathering dusk

 

We speculated that Wagontire

Must be a giant truck stop

In the middle of no where

 

We pulled into the town

Nothing there but a gas station

Motel and café

 

We decided to stop

Last gas for 100 miles

According to the highway signs

In the morning

We chatted with the owner

 

He was the sheriff, the fire chief

The owner of the motel, gas station

The only business in town

 

And the only place open

For one hundred miles

 

I noticed a highway sign outside

Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep

 

I asked the Sherriff

Say who is the ½ human?

 

My idiot son!

 

And we left.

200 miles later

We finally left Eastern Oregon

 

2016

 

In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon

As part of our epic cross country trip

10,000 miles

31 states in three months

 

On the way from Medford to Yellowstone

We drove along highway 395

 

The signs for Wagontire was gone

And we drove through the town

 

The motel was abandoned

Nothing there at all

 

And that sign was gone too

 

I said I suppose the idiot son

Never took over the business

 

And we speculated about Wagontire

And all other nothing burgs

We drove through that summer

 

Heart of Trump’s America

True fly over country

 

 

 

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April 7  Dream 641   Watching Cats Hunt

 

Early morning

Watching two white cats

Hunting a white dove

 

The cats hunt in pairs

Tracking the bird

 

The bird flies away

Safe for now

 

And I think about the cats

And the hunt goes on

 

Such is life

And the fate of cats

And birds

 

 

April 8  Dream 642  Landlord Blues

I am a landlord

Owner of property

 

Here there and elsewhere

Have been for years

 

I have tenants

and tenant issues galore

 

I receive rent from the tenants

it seems money grows on the proverbial tree

 

but at times

from time to time

 

I hate being a landlord

I suppose in my heart

 

I am a socialist with a blending heart

But my wife is comfortable as a landlord

 

She calls me a hypocrite

And a wild romantic goat

Born under the sign of the goat

 

And I call her a capitalist pig

Born under the sign of the golden pig

 

 

 

 

 

Pane e circus 2017 Redux (poem a thon)

By order of his excellency

Emperor Donald the First

 

The merciful,

the Christian King of Kings

The Sultan of Sultans

The Emperor of North America

 

Be it hereby decreed

That the ancient honorable gladiator games

Of the old Roman Empire

Have been restored

 

Each city in the Empire will host a team

They will compete for the honor

Of the national championship

 

The games will start

With fighting animals

 

Fighting fish

Roosters

Cheetahs

Tiger

Bears

Wolves

And lions

 

Then a man lion contest

With a heretic thrown to the lions

 

If he or she lives

They will be pardoned

 

Then then main games

Six men/women teams compete

 

Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs

They fight until one man or women remans

The victor of the game

 

Those who are prisoners

Can compete for their freedom

And a full imperial pardon

 

Let the games begin

Long may the games reign

In the new North America Empire

 

Praise be to the Emperor

Donald the First

 

 

Dream 663  Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist (poem a thon)

 

Ladies and Gentlemen

My fellow American citizens

Greetings and salutations

 

Today is a momentous day

The old corrupt USA republic is no more

The constitution that once protected us

Has been overthrown and violated

 

The barbarians at the gate

Have taken over

And ruined the once great land

The last hope of the world

 

And so I had no choice

But to kill the old rotten regime

And restore American greatness

 

To save democracy

I must destroy it

 

And so starting today

I will serve as the Emperor of North America

I welcome Canada and Mexico

And the Caribbean islands

To join The North American Empire

 

As we rebuild America

Restoring American greatness

And making us all proud again

 

Proud subjects of the New American Empire

May the Empire reign for ever and a day

Triumphant against all enemies

 

And so I take this burden

Sadly but gladly

I will serve you

As your Empire

 

And my son Donald

Will serve as our second emperor

Once I pass from this world

His son will serve as the third emperor

And so on until the end of time

 

And we will reign in our new capitol city

Colorado Springs

Until the end of time

 

Washington will remain in our hearts

As the capitol of the old Republic

 

But the heirs of the Roman Empire

Need a new Imperial Capitol

 

And soon we will conquer Mars

And expand our Empire to the Starts

 

Long Live the Empire

Long Live America

 

Good night

And may God Bless

This great Empire

 

 

3 Am Nightmares  April 11

 

3 am

 

The bewitching hour

When the wild things come out

And play

 

And torture you

With endless wild accusations

And nightmarish visions

 

As I toss and turn

Trying to escape

 

I look over at my wife

And as always

Repeat the matra

Everything will be alright

 

And the wild things are banished

To the dark corners of my mind

 

And I recover my happiness

And I smile

As I look at the sleeping beauty

 

Still the most beautiful women in the world

Still the most alluring women in the world

 

Still in love with her

After 35 years

 

The love gets stronger and stronger

As she overcomes my despair

 

And the sun comes up

And I think to myself

 

What a wonderful life I have

With the women of my dreams

 

 

Zombie Apocalypse

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

Everywhere zombies galore

The end of the world had become

And the zombification of the world had begun

 

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

No one knew when or where the first zombies appeared

One moment zombies were just a collective figment of our deranged imagination

The next moment we were all living in a zombie apocalypse nightmare

 

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

Some said the zombies were created in a lab

Released by mad scientists and the military

Others said it was plague sent by God himself

To punish mankind for tolerating evil and moral depravity

 

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

The Christians and Muslims prayed

But their prayers went unheard

As they too soon became zombies

 

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

The zombies hunted in packs

Overwhelming their victims

Killing most instantly

But some they simply bit

And turned them into fellow zombies

 

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

The zombies did not attack one another

They preferred living live flesh

Human flesh but they ate every thing they saw

 

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

And so I ran into the countryside

With my fellow humans

Hit out deep in the woods

Hiding from zombies

And crazed cannibal gangs alike

 

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

The world ended that day

And our nightmare world began

 

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me

 

 

Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon

 

Waking up seeing you there

Watching you as you wake up

Fills me with such sweat desire

Overcoming my mind

 

I sit watching you all day

Thinking of you all day long

Wild erotic imaginings

Love making to come

 

That old blues song come to mind

I just want to make love to you

I just want to make love to you

Nothing more than that that

 

I end this morning with this thought

You are still the most wonderful

The most beautiful creature

In the whole universe

 

 

 

 

 

Love Jones

 

I got the Love Jones, baby

And it won’t leave me alone

 

I got the Love Jones, baby

And it won’t leave me alone

 

I’ve been writing these love poems

All day long

 

And I have been dreaming

Of all the ways I could make love

To my secret lover

 

If only she will let me be

 

If only she will open her heart

And let me in

 

Perhaps the love Jones

Might leave me along

 

But I got the love Jones

Bad baby

 

Can’t you tell?

That the love Jones

Has grabbed my Soul

 

Twisted it up into little pieces

And I need you

To unravel the Love Jones

 

I need you to answer the call

Of the Love Jones Baby

 

I need you

To let me be free

 

Of the spell

Of the Love Jones

 

I got the Love Jones

Baby

 

I got it bad

And only you can

Put a stop to the love Jones

Baby

 

Let me enter your life

Put out the fire of desire

 

Send the Love Jones packing

And let me make sweat love to you

 

Oh Love Jones

Go away

 

Let me be in peace

 

Love Jones

Leave me be

 

Baby

I got the love Jones

For you

 

Can’t you see?

What you do to me?

 

I got the Love Jones

Baby and it ain’t going away

 

Until I get to make love to you
Then perhaps this Love Jones

Will leave me be

Love Jones

 

Kim Vrs Trump Twitter War

 

President Kim,  it is time that we cut the shit and cut a deal #Real Trump

 

President Trump,  it is impossible for us to cut a deal unless you agree to me keeping nukes # Kim Jongun the Great

 

President Kim,  you know that if I want I can just make you disappear.  You can be wiped off the earth in a moment.  We know where you live  #realTrump

 

President Trump, we have a nuke with your name on it on a boat sailing up the Potomac and it will blow your ass up any day now so don’t fuck with us. #Kim Jongun the Great

 

Kim, you stupid Asian gook.  Let me break it down for yah You threaten the US you die and all the North Koreans go to hell. Is it worth it? #realTrump.

 

Trump, You are so stupid. You are the worst excuse for a human being ever $ Kim Jongun the Great

Kim, you are the stupid mother fucker. I mean what’s up with that idiot hair cut of yours?  $realTrump

Trump I would not talk about hair, you orange haired mutant mother fucker.  #Kim Jongun the Great

Kim, it is all real baby and so are my wife’s boobs… #real Trump

Trump,  let’s cut the crap and get down to business.  How much will you pay us to get rid of the nukes?  #kimJongun  the Great

Kim, lets meet mano a mano and get it out on the table.  No nukes no chems no bioweapons and no more political prisoners to start with #realTrump

Trump, we can discuss. As long as I can stay in power the rest is negotiable #KimJOng un the great

Finally the two of you are talking sense. About time #Xi the President of China

 

 

 

 

Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts

 

On Easter Sunday I often think about Christianity

I don’t understand why anymore would believe such nonsense

 

The essential story makes no sense

An imaginary all powerful deity that no one has ever seen or heard

Except for psychotic patients or Drug users

Comes down to earth and impregnates a married women

 

Who has never had sex for some reason

And her husband is okay with that

Believes her wild story

 

And still does not have sex

Until after the baby is born

 

Then there is total silence

Nothing about Jesus’s childhood

 

30 years later he emerges

Preaching love, peace and brotherhood

And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders

And the Jewish leaders as well

 

The miracles also don’t make any sense

In the real world you can’t turn fish into bread

Can’t walk on water

Can raise the dead etc etc

 

Just does not happen

In the world we live in

And has not happen since those ancient days

 

Then the last supper makes some sense

Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed

 

But he does not confront Judas

Does not run away

Does not encourage his disciplines

To run away with him

 

The whole Jesus Mary M story

Also does not make sense

 

Jesus must have been married

Or he was gay

 

There is no doubt

Either way the story makes no sense

 

The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy

Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader

 

And the Romans tolerated no dissent

To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule

 

The rising from the dead stories

All contradict one another

 

And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being

Or was a ghost

 

The door was rent open as if by lightening

Or not

 

Finally, we have been waiting over 2,000 years for his return

You would think if the story is remotely true

He would have turned up by now
Except he has

As many lunatics claim to be Jesus

in the flesh

 

all delusional of course

and that is what I think of Christianity

 

nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions

surrounding a kernel of truth

 

Love one again

Treat each other right

Don’t be consumed with greed

 

But couldn’t that message

Be made simpler

With out all the associated nonsense?

 

So on this day I say

Open your minds

 

And discard the nonsensical elements of Christian thought

And follow the true teachings of Jesus

Even if you don’t believe in the imaginary man in the sky


 

Spring Time In Oregon April 18 Poem a Thon

 

Spring has finally sprung in Oregon

Escaping from the longer winter prison

That has covered the land with snow

 

They say that this winter

Was a colder than normal winter

Wetter than normal

As the long drought finally ended

 

As nature resumed its normal spring thaw

I rejoice

 

Seeing all the signs of spring

Especially the sight of young beautiful women

Shedding their winter clothes

And walking about in the spring sunshine

 

So wonderfully alive

So beautiful and sexy

As they sashay about

Here and there

 

It makes me smile

All day long

 

Yes I love Spring time

Everywhere in the world

 

But especially in Oregon

My new found second home

 

 

Cats April 19 Poem A Thon 

 

Cats

I often wonder about Cats

What do they think of us

It seems at time

That cats think of humans

As their slaves

 

We exist to feed them

To comfort them

 

To save them from their enemies

And to worship them

 

Yes cats are an alien species

Totally different from humanity

Detached, and almost evil

 

If we ever encounter an alien civilization

God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

 

We would then be engaged

In the epic mother of all wars

 

As cats and humans would not get along

The cats would think we were their slaves

 

And we would resent and fear them

And secretly worship their alien ways

 

 

Secret Agency Man Poem a Thon Poem

Secret agent man

Where are you going?

 

What do you know?

And when did you know it?

 

What dark secrets do you hide

In your inner soul?

 

Do you even have a soul any more?

Or has it been so compromised

That there is nothing left?

 

But lies, within lies with lies

 

Do you even know the truth?

Does the truth set you free ?

 

Or is the truth just another lie?

That you tell yourself

 

I’d like to know

My secret agent man

 

Perhaps some day you well tell me

Your deepest darkest secrets

 

And reveal what the government is hiding

But perhaps I can’t handle the truth

 

So keep you secrets to yourself

And let them die with you

 

As you go to your grave

Your secrets buried deep within

Your corrupted soul

 

Until the end of time

Reveals all

 

 

 

COSTCO People Watching

I love my COSTCO

I love going there to shop

 

But most importantly

I love people watching

 

Looking at people as they walk by

Wondering what their stories are

 

And covertly checking out the beautiful girls

As they walk on by

 

And when they smile at me

It makes my day

 

Yes I love my COSTCO

And COSTCO Loves Me back

 

Extracting my money

From my wallet

 

I go in for one simple thing

And walk out having spent 500 dollars

 

Yes COSTCO has my number

And loves me too

Long Live COSTCO

 

 

The Dogs of War are Howling

 

 

The Dogs of War

Have been set free

Of their cage

 

And are out

Howling at the moon

 

The Dogs of War

Have been set free

 

To wreck what havoc

Might be

 

Yes, the Dogs of War

The Hell Hounds

Have bound out of their cages

 

Sniffed about

And smiled

 

At the destruction they saw

They knew soon

 

They would be in their element

As the world descends into chaos

 

The Dogs of war

Are at foot

 

The chaos is upon us

The evil grows and grows

 

And dark noises are heard

Here and there

 

And the dogs of war

Smiled

 

They knew soon

They would be in their element

 

The war machine

Came to life

 

The plans came out of the books

The military might is unleashed

 

And the Dogs of war

Smiled and howled at the moon

 

And the rest of the world

Shuddered

At the thought of what was yet to be

 

 

Satan on the other hand

Was happy as can be

 

With the evil shit

That was going down

 

He smiled

Patted his hell hounds

And told his dogs

 

The war to end all wars

Armageddon is upon us my friend

 

Soon, mankind will know

The face of absolute evil

 

And they will love it

When I take over

 

The armies prepare

The bombers prepare

 

And the dogs of war

Are happy

Unleashed to do their mischief

 

And soon millions may die

And the pits of hell

Will open up

 

And the judgement day

May be upon us all

 

Madness descends upon the land

The fog of hate envelops us all

 

And reason and civilization

Fall away

 

As the Dogs of War

And their minions

Take over the minds of man

 

And the end of the world

And the beginning of the end times

Come upon us all

 

The usual lies descend upon the world

Kim Jong un is evil personified

 

He must be destroyed over there

Before he can destroy us over here

 

The lies continue unabated

And Kim plays along

With each day unleashing another threat

 

With Trump and his minions

Responding in time

 

Saying the time for talk is over

The time for robust action is here

 

The machinery of war

Once unleashed

Can’t easily be stopped

 

There is a certain cruel logic

That demands that the war go on

 

And people die

And people suffer

 

And the US goes bankrupt

Morally and fiscally

 

And the evil that men do

Goes on and on and on

 

But the war machine must be fed

The munitions makers must be paid

 

As each million dollar missile is launched

Millions more are made

 

And the corporations

Think of the endless profits

To be made

 

Every time they kill

With the war machines

 

But who cares about the victims

They are nothing but collateral damage

 

Who cares about the soldiers

Nothing but cannon fodder

 

Who gives a damn

About the dead

They are dead and gone

 

Just think about the profits

Think about the profits

 

Satan is happy

The dogs of war are free at last


 

 

 

Suburban Laundromat – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration from a FB posting

 

Suburban Laundromat Scenes

 

Suburban laundromat

Anywhere USA

 

I often go to a suburban laundromat

Near my suburban apartment

I can sit in my car

 

Listen to jazz, classical or blues

On my car’s radio

 

And watch my machine

Doing its suburban laundry duty

 

Just spinning and spinning and cleaning

Doing its thing its laundry thing

 

The neighborhood is anywhere USA

Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

A fire station, a police station

 

Banks, cell phone shops

Restaurants from around the world

 

At the parking lot’s edge

As I approach I notice

 

Gentlemen of the off-grid class

Sitting among their Hogs

Stoned off the semi legal weed

Smiling at me

With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

That is somewhat contagious

 

They tell stories

Paranoid ramblings

Containing a kernel of truth

 

As they watch their clothes

Like a hawk

 

The clothes spin and spin and spin

As the laundry machine does its laundry thing

 

The machines don’t care about what we humans think

They just do their duty as the man says

 

Across the old run down boulevard

The light rail line uses a right of way

That dates to the mid 1850’s

 

An old Indian game trail perhaps

That the white man turned into the first road

In these parts

 

People come and go

Some in cars

Some on foot

 

People from all over the world

Speaking languages from everywhere

But all understand English to some extent

And many understand Spanish to some extent

 

I feel everyone is united

Chiefly by their transience

 

And think back on old Latin saying

Sic transit Gloria mundi

And wonder if these are the end days

 

And ask the laundry machine

What does it think

 

The laundry machine pauses

Seems to think

And looks at me

 

Almost saying

WTF do you think

A laundry machine knows?

 

And so, I gather my items

Nod to the regulars

 

Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments

Acknowledging my existence

 

And I stumble back

To my suburban apartment

Truly paradise on earth

I Want You Right Now (Poem for Monthly Poetry Contest)

 

I still want you

More than anything else in life

 

I want you

I want you next to me

 

I want you every moment

Of every minute

Of every day

 

I need you in my life

I need your wisdom

I need your kindness

I need your beauty

 

I need your special wit

And I need your ability

To deal with this cruel world

 

I need you to save me

From the demons

That haunt my Soul

 

For you are my soul mate

The only person

 

Who ever completed me

And made life worth living

 

 

 


 

Dream 778  I Want You Right Now (risqué Version)

 

I want to make love to you

Right now

Right this moment

 

Take your clothes off

Ravish your body

 

Kiss you all over

From head to toe

 

Then settle down

And eat you

 

Until you scream

As you cum in my mouth

 

Filling me with your juices

And covering me with your jism

 

Then I want you to sit on my face

And commence the full 69 action

 

And as you suck me

Blowing me away

 

I will eat you again

Until we both explode

 

Cuming in each other’s face

And filling each other with our juices

 

Then I want you

Again

 

This time I want to fuck you

First in front

Then with you on top

Until you cum again

 

Then I need to tittyfuck you

First sucking your boobs

 

Then fucking your boobs

Lesbian style

 

Rubbing my boobs

Against your boobs

 

Then climbing on top

And fucking your boobs

Until I explode all over your boobs

 

And then lick my cum off your boobs

And kiss your cum soaked boobs

 

Finally, the next day

I will still want you

Still need you

 

But this time

I will need your ass

Saving the best for last

 

As I eat your ass

Fingerfuck your ass

 

Then fuck you in the ass

Until we both cum

 

Exhausted by all the fucking

We have done in the last few days

 

That’s what I want to do

Every time I see you

 

 

 

 

The Decline of America

 

You see it everywhere

The unmistakable signs

 

That the decline of America

Is in full swing

 

And we have gone past the tipping point

There is nowhere left to go

But downward

 

As the Empire begins to collapse

Victim of imperial overreach

Like all empires before

 

The DC metro on a good day

Is a broken-down remnant

Of a once proud system

 

The future of mass transit

Its proponents said

 

The interstate highway system

Is falling apart day by day

 

The cost of rebuilding America mounts

And our politicians are afraid

That it will costs trillions of dollars

 

Just to prevent the US from collapsing

Into third world irrelevance

 

We have the world’s most expensive military

A million dollars per missile

 

And yet we can’t find the money

To provide decent health care for all

 

Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy

Are the only things

That the Republicans care about

 

And the world looks in amazement

At the clown boy President

 

As he struts about

Looking more and more

Like some Banana Republic

President for life

 

With his family grabbing as much loot

As they can

From the federal government

 

Before the coming revolution

Overthrows them

 

When did we start this decline?

Some say 1960s started it

Others say Nixon’s to blame

 

Others claim that it was Carter’s fault

Or Saint Reagan’s fault

 

Or the other boy President GW Bush

Or Obama the fake American’s fault

 

Does it really matter

All I know

Is the America I knew

 

The can do anything country

Is alas no more

 

And I morn for our lost liberties

Our lost sense of purpose

 

Our lost sense that America

Was the last great hope of Mankind

 

And still I wonder

Can America be made great again?

As our President Trump proclaims

 

The end times approaches

Nuclear war is talked about

 

Another missile crisis

And instead of JFK leading the country

We have Donald John Trump

 

The one and only

The greatest con man

To ever get elected

 

And I fear the end is in sight

As America begins its decline

 

Will we be one country

Or will we erupt into a civil war

 

The right claims that the left has started it

And the left claims that the right has started it

 

And both sides claim that the civil war

Is inevitable

A fight for the future of our country

 

And so, it goes

The decline of empires

 

And I pray

That I may survive

The end of times